Loved You First [[[Niall Horan]]]

Chap Three | Homesick and Demi ✰

 

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N i a l l  |  Chap Three ✰ ✰ ✰

This is crazy. I'm in band now . And we're officially fighting for the next round. How are we going to get through? The other contestants were pretty good. But should I worry? These guys here are phenomenal. I don't even know why I'm here, with them, eating popcorn and Harry being half-naked. We all got comfortable after 2 weeks of being together. The boys became my best friends. Note, Anne is my bestest friend, there's a difference and great gap. No one could replace Anne.

I got to know these 4 boys after Simon announced the formation of One Direction. There's this curly haired guy, attractive in my opinion, goofy and really friendly. His voice is amazing. Really heavy and husky, which makes it really special. He's name is Harold "Harry" Styles.  

Then there's this quiet, little, shy boy, with black hair and brown eyes. He is quite quiet, though when he talks, everything he says turns out heads around and just listen to him mumble. He's mysterious and interesting but I'm sure after more weeks of being here, he would surely open up. He looks like a Pakistani, with quite dark eyebrows. His name is Zayn Malik, from Bradford. 

Okay, this one's tough. There's this funny, obnoxious and loud guy, with a different type of personality. He's playful, the friendliest among us all. Hs voice is something so different. Really cute, in a good way. He plays pranks a lot of times, and usually makes the jokes. He said he's The Tommo, probably from his last name. He is Louis Tomlinson. 

And the last member is probably our chief. He's a little serious here. I cannot blame him because he has tried too many times and this was his big break, only, he's stuck with us. But he's nice, too nice I think. I know how important this thing is to him. I mean, this is all imporant to all of us, but maybe this one's a lot more nerve-wracking for him because, again, it's his, 3rd time? No sure. He doesn't do jokes, but once he does, everyone just dies, like, literelly. His name is Liam Payne, the guy with a Juston Beiber hair.

After a few hours of talking, watching movies, planning, eating, eating, eating, endless eating, I felt a little homesick. I've been feeling this way ever since I left Ireland. Or, Anne, I think. When I'm with Anne, I feel home. But now that she's a little far, I'm feeling sad. And I miss her. I want to see her again. And I always wonder how she's doing, if I could go back to my normal life. But after all of this? I don't think I could ever go back to being just Niall Horan of Ireland. I just, I'm starting to miss everything. But why am I like this? I auditioned and it's my dream. This is what I want. I auditioned to be known, to have a change, to chase my dreams. I can't let my emotions get me. I have to continue.

"I have to--"

"Niall?" Liam broke my trail of thoughts.

"Are you, paying attention? Are the plans okay?" he asked again.

"You seem out of space lad, what's wrong?" Zayn asked as well.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry guys. I'm just a little, err, disturbed? But I'm okay. And yes, the plans, thumbs up!" I said, making a 'thumbs up' signal. Then it hit me. I remembered Anne again. The way she gives me thumbs ups with her big smile, the whole place. Nononono. Anne, stop making me feel sad. Concentrate Niall.

"Is it Ireland?" Liam insisted on asking. I sighed. They nodded in understanding.

"Don't worry mate! We're here to cheer you up! We're all feeling the same, only maybe worse for you Niall because Ireland is farther, but we'll get through this." Louis patted my back and I smiled.

"Thanks mate." I said to Louis.

"Must be missing your girlfriend." Harry teased to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I don't have any." I answered. Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"No way. Don't kid with us." Harry chuckled.

"No kidding." I replied.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Here we are, worried about your sudden depression and concluded that it must be a girl problem, and you'd say 'I don't have any'?!" Louis shouted, disgusted face all over him. I laughed.

"Awww you cutie pie you're worried about me? Awww that is so cute." I pinched his cheeks, and he winced.

"Ew get away from me." Louis retorted. And the boys laughed. "I'm still looking forward to meet her" I winked, thinking about Demi.

"Who?" The boys asked in chorus.

"Demi. Lovato." I said, and I felt my heavy beat faster while saying her name.

"Wow. You got fangirl problems right there. Demi's hot, but she's quite, the stars. And we're still here, making our way there." Harry winked and Louis gave him a high five.

"That's why I joined. To be famous, and meet her. And love her." I said. Wow that was deep.

"Someone's serious here." Liam said.

"I'm drowning, it's too deep!" Louis held his breathe like he was gasping for air. I only gave them a laugh.

A few hours of chatting, we went to bed. We spent the whole day yesterday, practicing for our song, and the half day today. We were given a break after it, and we decided to take an early rest rather than doing something in the middle of the night. Tomorrow is the night. We can't afford to lose.

We were in the same room, but different beds. The boys were great, very welcoming. But here I am, feeling homesick, again. I rolled around my bed over and over again, but I can't sleep. Then I thought about Demitria. Demi Lovato.

Well, Demi, I admire her. Ever since I heard her sing on TV and watch Camp Rock, I know I liked her. She's too amazing. So hot, independent, beautiful and has this enchanting voice. She's an angel for me. Am I too cliche here? Yes, I get romantic when it comes to her. My main reason why I joined X-Factor is to sing. I want to share my music. I want to sing. Second, is for my family. I love them, and it's time to prove them my worth. And third, Demi. I want to meet her. Then date her, marry her. Live with her. I don't know. I just feel like I've known her. Everything she does is magic. Though I only see her on TV's, still I fell hard. I have to meet her. Or if fate forbids, then we can just be friend and let her notice that a stupid guy like me exists.

Falling into deeper thoughts, I fell asleep.

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7am, my phone beeped. I was half awake, half asleep, but I decided to read the message. It was Anne.

"Hey Nialler. How's life? Everything alright? Text back okay? Anne x"

I smiled after reading her text.

"I'm good. The boys are preparing for our song today. Watch us? :)"

"Yes! I would of course! Break a leg! x"

"I will! Thanks Anne. Miss u :("

"Miss you too Nialler! But..."

"What?"

"Nothing. :)"

She must have thought I forgot about today. It's the 13th of the month.

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